User blog comment:Nikolai Banks/Islands of No Return/@comment-4094509-20111024011342/@comment-4094509-20111025223744

The shrew would stare at Atty in a curious manner and Atty would stare back, looking as polite as she could muster herself to be. "Yes there is always work t' be done, shrew," Atty would say as she looked back at Pokkle, who had fallen flat on his face in the sand. "What's yer name? Do you wanna help me catch a fish or forage for food or summat? I'm famished, and that dumb ferret ain't helpin'." Atty would beckon the shrew to follow her. She would stroll across the shore and promptly help the dazed ferret to his paws. The sand coated Pokkle would giggle in a childish way as Atty pulled him up.